| Lyrics: | THE FIRST STONE
HEY, YOU SINNERS, OPEN ALL THE DOORS,
HAVE I GOT NEWS FOR YOU
ABOUT
THAT MONEY LOVING PREACH OF YOURS.
FRIDAY NIGHT YOU'LL FIND HIM TAKING PICTURES
OF A
MODEL IN A CHEAP HOTEL.
SUNDAY MORNING HE'S RAVING FROM THE PULPIT,
THREATENING TO SEND US
ALL TO HELL, WELL, WELL.
DON'T THROW, DON'T THROW, DON'T THROW,
DON'T THROW ANY
STONES.
IF YOU CAN'T LIVE BY WHAT YOU TEACH,
YOU BETTER LEAVE ALONE.
DON'T THROW,
DON'T THROW, DON'T THROW,
DON'T THROW ANY STONES.
UNLESS YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU
PREACH,
YOU'LL NEVER FIND LOVE.
CAN'T FIND LOVE,
CAN'T FIND LOVE,
CAN'T FIND
LOVE,
CAN'T FIND LOVE.
DON'T THROW, DON'T THROW, DON'T THROW,
DON'T THROW ANY
STONES.
IF YOU CAN'T LIVE BY WHAT YOU TEACH,
YOU BETTER LEAVE ALONE.
DON'T THROW,
DON'T THROW, DON'T THROW,
DON'T THROW ANY STONES.
UNLESS YOU PRACTICE WHAT YOU
PREACH,
YOU'LL NEVER FIND LOVE.
HEY, YOU SINNERS, WELL, YOU NEVER CAN TELL,
THE
GLORY TRAIN IS LEAVING IN THE MORNING
BUT THE PREACHER'S THERE TO SAY FAREWELL, WELL,
WELL.
CAN'T FIND LOVE,
CAN'T FIND LOVE,
CAN'T FIND LOVE,
CAN'T FIND
LOVE,
CAN'T FIND LOVE,
CAN'T FIND LOVE.
YET BE YOU WHO IS WITHOUT SINS, CAST THE
FIRST STONE.
(The first stone, the first stone, the first stone)
CAN'T FIND
LOVE,
CAN'T FIND LOVE,
YOU CAN'T FIND LOVE,
YOU CAN'T FIND LOVE. |
